Who Is She

I look at her and see many things.

First, strikes her incomprehensible beauty. Just to gaze upon her takes my breath away. Her eyes shine with an illuminating light of hope. She is like a blooming flower, soft, sweet, and fragile. Her skin glows like the light reflecting off a full moon, radiant yet subtle. But what really brings that beauty to life, is the underlying allurement. That which draws you to her. The pureness of her spirit reaches out to me. The softness of her soul makes me wish to know her better. The sound of her voice is like that of an orchestra, musical and enchanting. I also see her ability to be strong when things get tough. Her world may be falling apart, but she never gives up. And her strength and endurance is equally matched by her tender sweetness and love. She is caring, kind, and generous. Truly, her smile can bring me out of the worst of moods. She is loved by most who are graced to know her. Others can only be jealous of the joy seeping from within her. She is like an open book, easy to read, but sometimes difficult to understand. Her heart has been wounded and scarred. But she recovers in the end. Everything she knew as familiar, burned and destroyed. But from the ashes she rises, a stronger, better person. Who is she? She is the love of my life...if only she knew.